A/N: Drabble. 100 words. No more, no less.

Warnings: Mild sexual content.

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Crossing the Lines

"A-are you sure we're not related?" Hijiri whispered in the dark, his breath hitched slightly. Hisoka was right next to him, hands under his shirt and lightly moving up his back, barely touching, trying his hardest to keep the distance lest he become overwhelmed with emotions.
"Don't care," he ground out and leaned in close to Hijiri's neck, breathing against his ear, still undecided about this.
The violinist was the first one to break the final distance between them. A brush of lips against the empath's shoulder and Hisoka was struck by emotions so wild it made his head spin.